However, thinking about the other rewards the system had given him before, although obtaining them required enduring pain, the rewards themselves were indeed extremely good.
"Perhaps there really is some profound mystery to it." Jiang Chen thought to himself.
His excitement had already passed, and he didn't plan to immediately cultivate this fist technique. After all, it was nighttime now, better to cultivate the cultivation method.
After closing the door, he quietly climbed onto the roof and began absorbing the essence of the moonlight to cultivate.
Ever since he absorbed the soul ring, that feeling of constantly being blocked by bottlenecks during cultivation had disappeared. His whole body seemed to have become transparent.
The nightly cultivation sessions had always been his most enjoyable time — no need to sleep, his entire body comfortably bathed in moonlight.
The next morning, after finishing breakfast, Jiang Chen ended the running training he had been doing for more than two months, and began studying the fist technique and movement technique given by the system in his own courtyard.
That heavenly book-like Three Thousand Lightning Movement he directly set aside for now, and first started researching the seemingly very simple fist technique.
His memory was still pretty good. After watching it several times in his mind and practicing it a few times, he finally remembered all the moves.
Soon, he could perform the complete set from memory. His fists, driven by tremendous power, were swung with ferocious momentum. Old Jack, lying on the rocking chair nearby, kept clapping and loudly cheering.
After performing it three times in a row, Jiang Chen finally noticed something was wrong. This first technique was too ordinary; it gave him the feeling of morning radio calisthenics from his previous life. It had absolutely no mighty, domineering aura. Even the first wind was purely created by the force of his own swinging.
Unconvinced, Jiang Chen performed it another ten times in a row, but still couldn't find anything special.
He felt a bit confused. What level of fist technique was this exactly?
He suspected he might have remembered it wrong, so he carefully looked at it again. This time, finally, he noticed the difference.
When he stared at it this time, the figure practicing the fist technique changed slightly. Many light points appeared inside the figure's body.
After these light points emerged, they were quickly connected by lines, forming a complex pathway. At the same time, a kind of realization arose in Jiang Chen's heart.
"So this is the qi circulation route… and there seems to be some kind of indescribable artistic conception as well."
In an instant, this seemingly extremely simple fist technique suddenly became profoundly mysterious and unfathomable in Jiang Chen's eyes.
He exited the system, but that feeling still lingered in his heart.
He silently recalled the qi circulation route once in his mind. After confirming it was correct, he punched straight forward into the air.
This was the first move of Lightning Fist. When he had practiced it before, there was no special feeling; it was just like an ordinary punch. But this time, the effect was immediate.
With just one punch, electric arcs immediately wrapped around his fist, and a powerful force suddenly appeared.
Jiang Chen only felt that a new kind of power had suddenly appeared in his fist. This fist actually dragged his whole body forward!
In his dumbfounded state, that dragging force suddenly disappeared. He directly performed a perfect dog-eating-shit faceplant into the ground.
Bang! His fair, tender face immediately had an intimate encounter with the soil.
Old Jack, who had been rocking in his chair and watching Jiang Chen practice with great interest, immediately burst into laughter when he saw this scene.
"Little Chen, soul masters all have their own skills, and you'll have them too in the future. What are you blindly practicing now? I've never heard of anyone who can become stronger just by swinging their fists around like this."
Jiang Chen's face was still buried in the dirt, his head dizzy from the impact. It took him quite a while to crawl up.
He stared at his own fist as if looking at something completely foreign.
This was too strange. Just now, for that instant, he even suspected this fist wasn't his own.
The fist had dragged him running, that was just too bizarre.
He steadied himself. A suspicion arose in his heart. Could this be the true power of Lightning Fist?
Thinking of this, he suddenly became excited again. He assumed the stance and prepared to try once more.
Old Jack shook his head and continued rocking in his chair, watching Jiang Chen mess around.
And so, next came all kinds of bizarre scenes.
Every time Jiang Chen punched, a powerful force would appear, causing him to fall flat on the ground in various ways.
When he kicked, his leg would also disobey him, directly forcing him into the splits… which hurt like hell.
Occasionally, when he used too much force, he couldn't control it and would crash straight into the wall…
In no time at all, he was covered in dust and dirt, yet his enthusiasm only grew higher.
Unlike his initial disappointment, now his heart was filled only with excitement. This first technique was truly incredible.
Every punch released a surge of power, and the speed was astonishing; it could even drag him along.
At this moment, it didn't feel like he was controlling the fist technique; it felt like the fist technique was controlling him.
Watching Jiang Chen once again smash his head into the wall, Old Jack finally couldn't take it anymore.
"You brat, stop messing around already! You've cracked the wall! Is your head made of iron?!"
"Uh…" Jiang Chen looked at the cracks in the wall and the various big and small pits in the ground, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed.
But inside, he was extremely excited. If he could master this first technique, wouldn't his strength increase several times over?
Suddenly, he remembered the Three Thousand Lightning Movement. Since Lightning Fist was already so extraordinary, then Three Thousand Lightning Movement must also be no ordinary thing.
"Grandpa, I'm going out to play!" Jiang Chen said, and without caring about the dust all over his body, he immediately dashed away.
To avoid others seeing his embarrassing cultivation state, he decided to go to the uninhabited area by the river to practice.
By the riverbank, he stared at the lightning of Three Thousand Lightning Movement for a very long time, and indeed managed to comprehend some things.
Immediately, he excitedly began attempting it.
Lightning is agile, strange, and changeable; it can extend in any direction. When applied to movement technique, it becomes filled with unpredictability.
The moment Jiang Chen tried, he suffered greatly.
He followed the feeling in his heart, but his accelerating forward body suddenly made a ninety-degree turn to the side. Without slowing down, he nearly twisted his old waist.
This bizarre phenomenon didn't scare Jiang Chen at all; instead, it made him even more excited.
He finally understood the true essence of Three Thousand Lightning Movement's changes: under any circumstances, it can change one's movement trajectory at unimaginable angles.
Jiang Chen was amazed. Like Lightning Fist, Three Thousand Lightning Movement was simply bizarre beyond science.
Thus, through his bold attempts, all kinds of jaw-dropping scenes appeared once again.
Crashing into trees, plunging into the river… but with his current speed, he could actually step on the water surface and rush several meters forward.
It wasn't until noon that he finally returned home to cook, still wanting more.
He had experienced the strange, changeable nature of Three Thousand Lightning Movement, but he still hadn't comprehended the speed aspect. Still, he wasn't anxious. His original speed was already quite good; once he completely mastered the movement changes, it would surely elevate his strength to a whole new level.
"Tang San, give me a few days of practice, and it'll be your turn to cry and beg for mercy." The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth curled into an evil, charming arc.